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Walk along the seawall, known...
Walk along the seawall, known as the rocks, past the lighthouse. This walk can be extended into a lovely beach stroll too. North Wildwood came up with some ideas to lengthen the summer season and one of the most successful has been the Irish Festival, a weekend showcasing Irish culture in song, dance, food, and drink. They block off the busiest club section of town and set up tents with live bands and food and beer vendors. It’s a three-day party that finds the streets full of fun seekers enjoying a last hurrah of summer. An added bonus is they let you walk the streets while drinking and you can go from one pub to the next carrying your beer from the previous place. Last year, we decided to use a friend’s place that is essentially right at the festival as headquarters and bought a keg and made up some Jell-o shots. We nearly finished the keg by four in the afternoon and decided to head over to Echo’s, a club that plays Motown and other dance classics. We’d done the Irish music thing many times and thought it might be nice for a change, at least for a short time. I crammed a few of the Jell-o things in my pockets, filled my beer and headed over. It was early but it was already packed and we were lucky to get a spot next to the dance floor. Fueled by ample beer and numerous Jell-0 shots, we were making our presence known with loud raucous behavior. There was a group of girls dancing right in front of us and my buddy kept saying that one of them was really checking me out. Of course he always does this to me, and me being the shy guy I am, rarely does much about it, but this time would be different. I had already noticed her roving eyes and she was checking me out and was really cute to boot. I walked up and started dancing with her for a few songs until someone cut in on us. I went back to my comrades but she kept motioning over as if to say, “come and rescue me from this guy.” So, back I went and we just got wilder from there. First with crazy dancing and finally with brazen kissing and grinding of each other. It got so intense that I heard calls of “get a room!” shouted across the dance floor. We must have been out there for more than an hour. Finally we went to the bar for a drink and she explained that she was just down for the day and had to leave with her friends pretty much immediately. After one last kiss goodbye, she walked off; her devilish eyes meeting my sheepish and disappointed smile in well-timed glances, as I was left with thoughts of what could have been. Ah, I never had much luck with the Irish, but I’d thought for sure this time I’d get lucky at the Irish Festival. ;=>
